Chapter 3
"Grandma, you didn't have to get me anything!" Harm exclaimed when his grandmother handed him a small box.
"It's not really from me, dear. It's from your mother. I've just been holding on to it for a while." Said his grandmother innocently.
"Really?" asked Harm, and he began to slowly take off the wrapping paper. In a small box, he found a small ring, and confused, he looked at his mother for her explanation.
"I asked your grandmother to hold it until you were old enough to take it fro me." She sighed. "That is the ring that your father gave to me. I wanted you to have it to give to your wife." She smiled. "Although I was hoping you'd be attached by now.." She added. "I've always wanted grandkids.."
"Trish!" yelled Grandma Sara.
"Mom!" yelled Harm. "Come on! You're going to give Mac a heart attack!"
"I'm fine." Mac protested. "In fact, I think the story is sweet. And I agree with your mother. She should have grandkids by now, before you hit your midlife crisis." She laughed.
"Hey!" Harm grinned, pretending to be very hurt.
Frank and Trish laughed, and Grandma Sara sipped on her new cup of hot cocoa between her giggles. "You just hold on to that until you find the one." Smiled his grandmother, opening one of her own presents.
"I will." Harm promised, carefully placing the ring back into its box.
"Can I see it?" asked Mac.
"Yeah." Harm smiled. He handed her the box.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Trish! Oh, my gosh!..." she studied it closer, smiling at its beauty. "Here you go.." She sighed, handing it back to Harm.
Mac got up, and headed into the kitchen to refill her glass of cocoa. Harm followed her, pouring a glass for himself and his mom. He looked up, and began to laugh hysterically. Mac wanted to slap him until she realized what he was laughing about. She looked up. Another piece of mistletoe hung over their heads.
"Oh." Mac sighed.
"What's taking so long, dears?" asked Trish, and her and Grandma Sara came into the kitchen. Trish grinned evilly.
"Mom, this wasn't here last night, was it?" asked Harm in a confused way. He scratched his head and looked around.
"I don't know.." Trish shrugged as if she didn't remember putting that mistletoe, and many others, up last night before she went to bed. She smiled. "Gee, that's the second time the two of you have been caught. How amusing.." She laughed.
Frank joined the party, laughing wildly when he realized the predicament that Harm and Mac had again got themselves into.
Harm smiled, again leaning down to kiss Mac, as was the mistletoe tradition. When it was over, everyone clapped. Harm and Mac, rather embarrassed, took their bows, and began to pass out hot cocoa.
Later that night, after Christmas dinner was over, Harm and Mac began to talk as they helped clean up the countless tons of wrapping paper that was strewn about all over the floor. "Merry Christmas, Mac." Smiled Harm, giving her a hug.
As Harm hugged her, Mac quickly stuck a left over Christmas bow on the top of his head..or at least she tried. Since he was so much taller than her, the bow ended up stuck on his forehead, right between his eyes.
Harm smiled, and removed the bow from his forehead. He stuck it on top of her head, and leaned down to kiss her. Surprised, she looked up, but no mistletoe was present. She smiled, and returned his kiss. Then, both of them realized that everyone else was in the room.
"Ahem." Harm cleared his throat.
Mac swallowed, and continued to pick up wrapping paper without saying a word. She glanced at Harm, who was smiling broadly. "Are you okay, Sailor?" she laughed.
"Guess so." He grinned his Flyboy grin.
"Don't do that!" Mac whined, smiling.
Trish laughed despite herself. "Honey, he got that smile from his father. I couldn't help but go weak at the knees, too." She added.
Mac blushed with embarrassment, and discretely nodded to Trish.
Harm scratched his head. "Hey! What did I do?" he asked. "Come on Mac!" he whined.
Grandma Sara laughed. "Uh-huh..I'm sold." She nodded. "Where'd you find this one, Harmon?" she demanded.
"Uh.." Harm stammered. "I don't know.." He thought about it. "From work." He nodded. Mac slapped him with a couch pillow. "Ow!" he whined.
"Merry Christmas, Flyboy." Mac laughed, and ran from the living room before Harm could find another pillow to retaliate with.
Trish nodded to Frank, who smiled. It was working...
"Grandma, you didn't have to get me anything!" Harm exclaimed when his grandmother handed him a small box.
"It's not really from me, dear. It's from your mother. I've just been holding on to it for a while." Said his grandmother innocently.
"Really?" asked Harm, and he began to slowly take off the wrapping paper. In a small box, he found a small ring, and confused, he looked at his mother for her explanation.
"I asked your grandmother to hold it until you were old enough to take it fro me." She sighed. "That is the ring that your father gave to me. I wanted you to have it to give to your wife." She smiled. "Although I was hoping you'd be attached by now.." She added. "I've always wanted grandkids.."
"Trish!" yelled Grandma Sara.
"Mom!" yelled Harm. "Come on! You're going to give Mac a heart attack!"
"I'm fine." Mac protested. "In fact, I think the story is sweet. And I agree with your mother. She should have grandkids by now, before you hit your midlife crisis." She laughed.
"Hey!" Harm grinned, pretending to be very hurt.
Frank and Trish laughed, and Grandma Sara sipped on her new cup of hot cocoa between her giggles. "You just hold on to that until you find the one." Smiled his grandmother, opening one of her own presents.
"I will." Harm promised, carefully placing the ring back into its box.
"Can I see it?" asked Mac.
"Yeah." Harm smiled. He handed her the box.
"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Trish! Oh, my gosh!..." she studied it closer, smiling at its beauty. "Here you go.." She sighed, handing it back to Harm.
Mac got up, and headed into the kitchen to refill her glass of cocoa. Harm followed her, pouring a glass for himself and his mom. He looked up, and began to laugh hysterically. Mac wanted to slap him until she realized what he was laughing about. She looked up. Another piece of mistletoe hung over their heads.
"Oh." Mac sighed.
"What's taking so long, dears?" asked Trish, and her and Grandma Sara came into the kitchen. Trish grinned evilly.
"Mom, this wasn't here last night, was it?" asked Harm in a confused way. He scratched his head and looked around.
"I don't know.." Trish shrugged as if she didn't remember putting that mistletoe, and many others, up last night before she went to bed. She smiled. "Gee, that's the second time the two of you have been caught. How amusing.." She laughed.
Frank joined the party, laughing wildly when he realized the predicament that Harm and Mac had again got themselves into.
Harm smiled, again leaning down to kiss Mac, as was the mistletoe tradition. When it was over, everyone clapped. Harm and Mac, rather embarrassed, took their bows, and began to pass out hot cocoa.
Later that night, after Christmas dinner was over, Harm and Mac began to talk as they helped clean up the countless tons of wrapping paper that was strewn about all over the floor. "Merry Christmas, Mac." Smiled Harm, giving her a hug.
As Harm hugged her, Mac quickly stuck a left over Christmas bow on the top of his head..or at least she tried. Since he was so much taller than her, the bow ended up stuck on his forehead, right between his eyes.
Harm smiled, and removed the bow from his forehead. He stuck it on top of her head, and leaned down to kiss her. Surprised, she looked up, but no mistletoe was present. She smiled, and returned his kiss. Then, both of them realized that everyone else was in the room.
"Ahem." Harm cleared his throat.
Mac swallowed, and continued to pick up wrapping paper without saying a word. She glanced at Harm, who was smiling broadly. "Are you okay, Sailor?" she laughed.
"Guess so." He grinned his Flyboy grin.
"Don't do that!" Mac whined, smiling.
Trish laughed despite herself. "Honey, he got that smile from his father. I couldn't help but go weak at the knees, too." She added.
Mac blushed with embarrassment, and discretely nodded to Trish.
Harm scratched his head. "Hey! What did I do?" he asked. "Come on Mac!" he whined.
Grandma Sara laughed. "Uh-huh..I'm sold." She nodded. "Where'd you find this one, Harmon?" she demanded.
"Uh.." Harm stammered. "I don't know.." He thought about it. "From work." He nodded. Mac slapped him with a couch pillow. "Ow!" he whined.
"Merry Christmas, Flyboy." Mac laughed, and ran from the living room before Harm could find another pillow to retaliate with.
Trish nodded to Frank, who smiled. It was working...